Muck drudged and a child
I do stand, time is really a circle
cycling and cycling to ocean
never quite meeting,
I am different in myself,
different in my gentleness
and grand in my love,
to endure Life, in pure form,
I molted skin and just with her,
soft, frowning chin, lock eyes
and I know this earth better,
more honestly,
all the light back into the land,
and in a theatric build
my world now, becoming,
I sit with, and build home
in love
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